Poetry for Troubled Youth

I am..

I am from rusty, antique products, from dirty flannels, and long lines of talent.

I am from the dusty homes.

I am from the animals, the smoke high up in the sky.

I am from great food and clumsiness, from Vezina, Casey and love.

I am from light hearted and emotional people.

From talents and smarts.

I am independent. A mormon family.

I am from dusty, back roads, noodles, and oreo cheesecakes.

From crazy late night drives, the countless photos over the years and the stubbornness of women.

I am from long trips back and forth to California and Arizona.

My family is worth every mile and every ache and pain in the back seat.

That's where I am from